the problem

the problem with thought and life and EVERYTHING is that there is too much. we're like a million strands of dental floss, all different colors-and not even colors that look good together, just a giant, scary knot of color orbiting the sun. thats what this little blue planet is, a knot of tangled floss. we can't even begin to understand things, because there's just too much. there is absolutely no order in the world. we can say whatever we want, do whatever we want, feel whatever we want, think whatever we want, but it wont change a f***ing thing. we are trapped in the order-less system, that no one likes and everyone supports, a million tiny systems revolving around each other and destroying and rebuilding. the universe is frighteningly capitalist. we always think that the world is ending, but its just ending as we know it. there is no simple answer. there are billions of them. that is why everything is useless, but everything is necessary.